By Ficcus Perdo
“Good morning R-Town! It's 10:45 and you are listening to Billy 'on the run with fun' Maddox on your station with the get up and go, Boomin 97.FM!"
As the radio blared its every day talk, Nathaniel continued counting reps. Today's goal was four sets of thirty. Having the doctor tell him he needed more exercise, and the fact that he had received an in-home/portable gym had him motivated.
After a quick shower and breakfast he took a bit of time to read the headlines of the paper. Accompanying him was his beloved Welsh Corgi, Maximillius. His eyes found the lottery numbers that he never played the day before. Softly and with much resentment he whispered, “Max, you where right. Again. Get off of me, I'm mad at you!” The dog cocked his head to the side and barked sharply. “You know I love you silly butt! Wanna go potty!?”
Slightly open blinds let him see that the trash man had come for collection, and the waste management teams had chucked the recycling bin onto the sidewalk. He looked back into the kitchen at the never-ending pile he had started in waiting for the bin's return. In house-shoes and robe, he and Max swiftly ran downstairs and outside. After a few trips around the block, they returned home and grabbed the bin. Nathaniel paused, and Maximillius barked.
Slowly lifting his eyes to view the other side of the street, he was immediately struck by the fact that his ex-girlfriend's car was parked directly in front of a house. “No!” He looked at the townhouse that had been for sale. The sign was gone. “No!” There was a large moving van a few doors down. It was being unloaded. “No!” Without another thought he quickly lifted Max into his arms, dropped the bin and ran inside, slamming the door shut. He sat at the kitchen table with his hands covering his face. “She wouldn't do this to me...” He looked deep into the eyes of his dog. “She's done this to me!” Max sighed.
The fact is, she had. Nathaniel and Brooke never really became friends after the breakup, keeping their relationship to internet based conversations and odd run-ins. The two had been outwardly calm about the whole thing. Three years, five months and some odd days had been locked in the back of the brain box. Or so he had thought.
Minutes seemed like hours. Then, that hour passed. Doug called.
“Hello.” Nathaniel sounded pathetic.
“You sound pathetic man. This is your 'you are late as always call.'” Doug sounded as Doug always sounded. Frustrated. “Get your butt in gear and get down here. C'mon man, we gotta stick to the plan.”
"The plan," Nathaniel replied. "That's right. I need to stop at the mart and get..."
“Hey slow down bro," Doug interrupted. "You don't need to stop at the mart. I already got coffee and crap. Hurry up though. Angie gets home from night shift soon, and you know she's gonna be all zombied out. Bye.”
Reality set back in. Nathaniel forgot about Brooke's block invasion and dressed. He grabbed his computer and voice recorder, flung them all into a bag and headed to the car. The air had, surprisingly, warmed up a bit. He cranked open the Golf's sunroof and mashed in the clutch to start the car, reversing slowly into the street before heading off to Doug's.
More to come
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